Psychotic Destruction

Chapter One

Andrews PoV

Lifting my assault rifle cautiously as I weave my way through the artificial course Harry had made, shooting at the targets that appear every now and again, the alarm goes off and the course disappears "Are you joking?" I say loudly, watching Julian Hart walk towards me with a big smile plastered on his face, pitch black glasses covering his eyes "You've got a new division to brief." He hums, growling I follow him out.

Standing in front of the many sections of my division, I pull my jacket off at the warmth of Vietnam "I am Commander O'Connor. You are division Alpha! You, being the sections all have a section Captain. Here are your captains; Section echo, Captain Buckley. Section kilo, Captain Watson.
Section tango, Captain Burrows. Section Hotel, Captain Beckett. Section  whiskey, Captain Madrid!" I shout as I put the clipboard down, Julian turns to me "Dismissed." I shout before walking away.

Swaying on my feet slightly, my heart races and my head pounds as I look at the staticky numbers floating around my head "Drew." Julian says as he grabs my shoulders and shakes me, my eyes clouded slightly "Andrew!" He shouts as he slaps me I stand upright now, shaking my head as the numbers vanish "what?" I ask absentmindedly, confusion obviously visible in my eyes as Julian sighs in relief "You had an episode." He murmurs, nodding I lightly place my hand over my eyes before shaking my head and walking towards the exit of the hallway we were previously stood in.

Entering the common bases bar, My eyes immediately settling on Millie who's sat with her glasses on and her leg crossed over her other, laughing I walk towards her, my hand instinctively going to the edge of the table, attempting to bend the wood as she looks up at me "Mr O'Connor. What a surprise" she smiles, scoffing I sit down in front of her "A surprise? I work on this base. you however, do not." I respond pointing to her, watching her laugh she shakes her head "No, that's where your wrong. Being assigned to the troubled souls that is your special ops." She replies, humming I rest my chin on my hand "Troubled souls. Funny, never pegged you for the type to discriminate." I murmur, standing when she closes her laptop I tuck my hands into my pockets, my dog tags making a clinging noise as I step back "It was nice seeing you Mr. O'Connor. I hope that PTSD isn't making your suffer" she smiles, raising my eyebrows I walk towards the bar, unaware of the section commanders sat over to the left side of the bar I raise my hand to Lisa who nods and works to make my usual drink.

Leaning on the bar, the pint of ale rested next to my hand, I lay my head on my forearms "What's up Commander?" Looking up at Lisa who's stood around cleaning a stein "I'm not gonna bother you with my problems, Lisa" I respond, watching her scoff she waves her hand "try me" she murmurs, gesturing my surrounding she cocks an eyebrow "not the bar. The fact we're in the middle of a goddamn war" I mumble, watching her nod she sighs "Must be difficult." She relies, shrugging I slump down on to the bar "Leading an entire division and dealing with- other things. Difficult isn't the word" I breath, watching her nod I push myself up slightly "well, catch you later Lisa, thanks for listening" I smile warmly before walking out.

Hanging onto the side of the chopper as it sets down at Base Juliet, Julian grabs my arm "Take it easy here, Andrew" he says, nodding I pull my arm slightly watching him nod I jump off of the helicopter onto the ground, my gun slung over my shoulder as I walk towards commander Jason Francis "Commander O'Connor, pleasure to meet you" he smiles, nodding I shake his hand "As you, Commander Francis. Your sections?" I ask, watching him gesture for me to follow I tuck my hands into my pockets.

Looking at the four sections who are sat playing cards "Section leaders, Tristan Beckett, Gordon Wellwood, Martin Watson and Robert Madrid." He says as he points to the section leaders who are standing over their soldiers watching them playing cards, pointing out tactics "Commander on deck!" A soldier shouts, watching them all stand upright, Francis smiles "Three, commanders on deck. Section Whiskey, section Kilo, section hotel, section Sierra, this is Commander O'Connor and Commander Hart." Commander Francis says gesturing to me and Julian I scan the room casually, my eyes lingering on section Commander Madrid for a moment "Hawk eye..." one of the soldiers whispers, my sniper hanging down beside me "Private Oliver, something to say?" Commander Francis asks, watching him shake his head, Section Commander Madrid shoots a glare at the private "That'll be all" I murmur before walking away.

Looking down the scope of my sniper rifle, my index hovering over the trigger of the weapon, my breath steady, Julian and Francis moving around the course expertly "Best be prepared for tomorrow's mission, O'Connor. I need you to watch my back" Julian says down the intercom, laughing i shoot the target that had literally shot up a second ago "I think I've got it covered, Hart." I murmur, hearing him sigh in relief I look to the side as a familiar face appears "Ivanov..." I murmur, hearing Julian make a noise of confusion, Francis clears his throat "Ivanov?" Francis asks, clenching my jaw I lean back "you know, Ivanov, gonna kill him when I get ahold of him." I play it off, hearing him laugh he shoots the targets casually as I snipe the targets that appear without their notice, the alarm goes off and the course begins to disassemble itself, glancing up to the gallery at the section commanders and soldiers who are watching "That was a close one" Julian says as we walk towards the exit of the course I shrug "It triggered." I murmur.

Roberts PoV

Glaring daggers at the so called 'sharpshooter', his eyes focused on the ground and his skin slightly pale despite his naturally tanned skin,'looking up as Tristan, being a pasty white colour, makes his way towards me, watching him sit opposite me I cock an eyebrow "What's wrong?" I ask, watching him lean forward, his hands shaking as Lisa looks at me "Something, is majorly wrong, with Commander O'Connor" he mumbles, Lisa's eyes widening "He had a horrendous PTSD episode... I had to hold him down with Commander Hart." He Continues, Lisa covering his mouth with her hand "Careful what you say next, Beckett." She growls, staring at Lisa she takes her hand away "Okay now you know; the full story." She murmurs.

"Andrew O'Connor, Joined the special ops at age seventeen in order to provide for his family and serve his country. He's spent ten years in the forces and moved up the ranks quickly due to his impeccable skill as a sharpshooter. It wasn't long, about five years after he joined he was shipped off with Julian Hart to Russia to capture Ivanov when Andrew was captured by Ivanov and his men. Julian and the others were safe, Drew was put down as MIA. We're not exactly sure what happened to him in Russia but it wasn't good, He started having visions, went rogue for a while, saw numbers, saw Ivanov, he was not in a good place. His episodes can render from just small visions of Ivanov to full blown ones, the numbers confuse him, make him angry.. Millie, the lawyer over there convinced judges that Andrew was fine, that he had just been forced to do what he did for his life, he's still in the forces because of her, Julian is the one who tries to tame him when he has episodes. Drew, he's really not right in the head but he's an asset to the military. If you repeat a word of this to anyone, you will find yourself gasping for your last breath" she explains, staring at her with wide eyes I look over to the lawyer than to Andrew who's listening to Julian, his eyes bearing visible and devastating Sadness.